"No, no way." Stiles says as he gently pushes you back down on the bed. "You have a fever of 39°C, and you cough your lungs up every five minutes. No school."

This day started like any other, Stiles woke up, got ready and drove to your house to give you a ride for school. Except you didn't come out and meet him like usual.

He walked in to check on you, and found you tripping over your own feet from drowsiness trying to get outside to his Jeep. No way he's letting you go to school.